Sequel to 'Choices'.
When he said, "It's no where near enough-" he really did mean it after all.
Hardin Scott has held a stunning record at breaking hearts, especially when he is served Theresa Young's.
Bleeding in love, Tessa has concluded that pe...
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Minutes pass, I don't know how many before I gather myself enough to stop the memories from flooding into my consciousness. Against the blackness of my closed eyes, I can feel Hardin's t-shirt getting crumpled and heated, but he doesn't complain, he doesn't flinch, he doesn't move. He just sits silent, as I heave and hiccup, grazing his fingertips therapeutically on my scalp.
"Parents can be disappointing, Tessa. But yours, aren't."
I bring up my hand, clutching his collar on the side away from my face, nuzzling further into his shoulder. I focus solely on his voice, and try to pull myself out of this breakdown.
"So, if you think for one moment, that Ethan is going to leave you alone like this- then, then you're downright stupid, which I know you are but since we are in the middle of a pit stop, I won't say it." I feel his chest vibrate and his light breathing on my head as he speaks.
His words reignite my confidence in Dad. He can't, he really can't, leave me. He wouldn't.
"I thought you would've got this. Father and daughter, both of the same mettle. He's your father, he's just being narcissistic and feeding on attention and throwing a little tantrum and making things dramatic."
I sniff lightly, jerking his collars with a protesting tsk.
"Shut up." I say, my face pressed against his shoulder making my voice muffled and indistinct. I can sense him smile lightly into my hair.
"He's gonna come back to you, Theresa."
His words are so firm and convinced, all humour gone, it almost makes my own self believe the same. It's the first drop of comfort I've had since yesterday, and it seeps into me like water in a helpless dollop of sand.
"How do you know that?" Right now, I feel myself to be the silly child who first dreams of getting stars, then grows up to understand he can't have them and one day someone comes up to him saying he can, but he is just too scared to believe because he has had the dream broken once. It's so stifling and painful that this star is my own Dad. Something no child should have to dream or fantasize to get, but receive it like oxygen in his lungs.
